I am a Paper Girl,
(The flimsy, blue-lined notebook variety).
My skin is scrawled with sooty black ink,
And sooty black ink runs through my veins.
I have a Paper Heart,
Little pink construction paper heart
(Like a kindergartner's valentine),
The motion of a pen, my pulse.
I have a Paper World
That I like to escape to:
Similes and syntax in
Lopsided scrawl.
So be my Paperweight,
And anchor me down,
Or I'll blow away
On a wind of clichés.
